Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Bonus Chapter #2

Omari Sha'Jai Perez
20 years old
Jacksonville, Florida 📍
(Excuse any typos)

"I didn't do it." She looked seeing his piercing green eyes stare at her in the darkness of his cell. Being back here creeped her out. No matter how tough she sounded, he put fear in her heart. Fear in her mind. But she stood ten toes down. No boy was going to scare her. She fought men twice her size. But what was it about him? "You're a liar. Why wait so long? Why agree for twenty years instead then? No one should've gave you that either." He scoffed as they both looked at the folder in her hands. "You need lotion." A small gasp escaped her lips as she put the folder behind her back.

"Benjamin Adriel Perez....." She stepped back seeing his tall figure stand up quickly. "I read your file."

"That ain't my name." He smirked to himself seeing her hand on her gun ready to shoot. "No need for that." He sat on his bunk in the dark cell while she waited. Waited for something. Waited for him to just move an inch. "You just like them Amber-"

"Detective Wells-"

"Detective Wells, I know. Black pig in blue. All the same once you get a badge." He smirked seeing her behind the bars that only held one captive. All alone. In a dark cell with no bunk mate because they couldn't trust him after the incident. Had to keep an eye on him. He was a pretty boy but a scary one. He didn't like being taken advantage of. He would kill to protect himself if he had to. "Benjamin-"

"Don't call me that." One hand on her holster and the other on folders, she watched as he had come even closer showing his face through the bars. He looked drained and confused. That name had an effect on him. "You not from Duval. You're from Miami originally. Family ran away after you pounced on some boy and broke his arm and beat him with an inch of his life! You've always been so aggressive. Why the name change, huh?" He chuckled loudly with a loud clap of his hands clearly startling her. He scoffed before walking back to his bunk and lying down. He paid her no mind. She came to troll as usual.

"They changed your name after three more incidents which lead to the crazy house. And killing the neighbors pet. And just imagine? I thought you were normal. You ruined that poor girls life. She was fine without you." She watched as he stood up on his feet and walked to her with large steps. She backed into the wall with her gun pointed at him as held onto the metal bars that held him. "There wasn't no name change! I've always been Omari. And fuck you Amber. You ain't nothing but a pussy licking bitch who strive for women who appear "straight." Only to get yo' punk ass feelings hurt. Seems being a carpet muncher ain't yo' job either." He laughed seeing her walk to cell with her gun pointed right at his head. She didn't scare him. If anything, she should've pulled the trigger to make his life easier.

"This job only gon' haunt you with mo' niggas like me! He did what someone sho-" He walked over back to the bars as she stood her ground. Ready for anything to happen.

"You killed people! Kids!"

"They deserved it!" She watched as his large hands held onto the bars while she was up against the wall. "No one deserves to die-"

"Not even your father?" A small gasp lifted faintly from her lips while he stared at her. He read about her too. Her eyes looked over the folder with the contract he wanted. "No, I got therapy like a normal person. I also read your file for more information and you have more inside that fucked up head of yours. There isn't just a Mari or Benny. There's a Wilma. A Stacey. A Kamir. And a Rudy. Which one killed those kids? Huh? The seven year old or the fifty two year old woman that's a lesbian?"

"Seems like you know a little some 'bout that."

"Don't play with me boy. Was the disorder just all one big lie?" His eyes looked at the ground as she walked closer to him. Her hands shivered before putting the gun underneath the hairs of his chin. "I didn't kill them."